I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

After finishing his sentence, Old Liu turned and left.

Qian Mengxun breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken.

She stayed with these SSS-level superhumans all night long.

Outside the capital city, it was not yet fully light.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and everything was a vast expanse of white, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the ground began.

The searchlights on the city wall swept across the distance, their beams leaving white trails in the mist.

The first batch of superhumans has arrived.

They swept in from the northeast, carrying with them immense supernatural energy fluctuations, like a hurricane tearing the heavens and earth apart.

Tens of thousands of SSS-level ability users from the Northeast base have all arrived.

No one spoke, no one made a fuss.

Guided by the superhumans in the capital city, they landed in the designated assembly area within the city and took their positions according to their pre-assigned roles.

A burly man patted the snow off his body, looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest.

More than an hour later, the second batch arrived. The SSS-level ability users from Tianhai Base had arrived.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair. After landing, he glanced at the entire area and nodded.

Behind them, tens of thousands of SSS-level superhumans descended in single file and lined up in neat rows.

The third batch. Jiangnan Base.

Zhao Lie walked at the front, his expression calm and revealing no emotion.

Behind him, a group of SSS-level superhumans followed silently.

The fourth batch. Shanghai base.

The fifth batch. Southwest Base.

Within a morning, all the SSS-level ability users from the six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom had arrived.

A total of over 100,000 people gathered in the urban area of ​​Shangjing.

In the formation of the Southwest Base, Gangzi, the boy who had been clamoring for a separate family tree, couldn't help but look around.

This was his first time visiting the capital city in his entire life.

Before the disaster, he had only seen it on television.

A middle-aged man next to him had his eyes closed and was breathing steadily, as if he were sleeping.

"Uncle, aren't you nervous?" Gangzi asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man opened one eye: "Is being nervous helpful?"

Gangzi paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "It's no use."

"Then don't be nervous." The middle-aged man closed his eyes again.

Gangzi said "Oh," and then looked up at the gray sky.

That's all there is to the capital. Gangzi thought.

In the afternoon, the first batch of overseas superhumans arrived.

The leader was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes—Anna, an SSS-level superhuman sent by the Norse Covenant Church.

After landing, she glanced at the formation of the Dragon Kingdom's superhumans, said nothing, and led her people to the designated position.

The second batch of overseas superhumans. North America.

The third batch. East Asia.

The fourth batch. South Asia.

The leader of the Shiva sect was a bald man with a serious expression. After landing, he led the group to the designated location.

As night fell, all 500,000 SSS-level superhumans worldwide had assembled.

The searchlights on the city wall illuminated the entire urban area.

Chen Junjie stood on the city wall, looking down at the sea of ​​people below.

His gaze swept across those faces—young, old, Eastern, and Western.

Some people don't even know why they're here.

But they came.

Because of the prophet, because he told them that humanity needs them.

Dewey stood behind him, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

"Prophet." Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse. "It's time to set off."

Chen Junjie did not answer. He took a deep breath and walked down the city wall.

He passed through the city gate and walked into the sea of ​​people.

The superhumans on both sides automatically made way for him, and all eyes were on him.

He walked to the highest platform at the front, stopped, and turned around.

Five hundred thousand people were completely silent.

"I know many of you didn't come voluntarily." His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Some of you are doing this for your country, some for your families, some just to survive. And some of you—you just don't know how to refuse."

"I don't care why you came," Chen Junjie said calmly.

"There's only one thing I care about—you've come."

He paused.

"Five hundred thousand SSS-level troops. The most powerful army in human history. You stand here not because you are not afraid to die, but because you know that if you don't come, those behind you will die."

His gaze swept over those faces.

Some people lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, and some had tears in their eyes.

"I don't say 'protect humanity.' Because the word 'humanity' is too broad, so broad that it makes people feel like it has nothing to do with them."

He took a deep breath.

"I say, protect those behind you. Your parents, your children, your friends, your neighbors—those you know, and those you don't know, but who, like you, want to live."

"They are not numbers. They are people."

Gangzi stood in the formation, his eyes red-rimmed.

He thought of the old man in the village—the stubborn old man who kept nagging about his "separate family genealogy".

"Village chief, wait for me to come back," he said silently in his heart.

Chen Junjie raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

"Set off."

There were no vows, no shouts.

Half a million people turned around at the same time, and supernatural energy surged out like a tsunami, rising up and blotting out the sky.

They flew westward, and the soldiers on the city wall looked up. Some raised their hands, but ultimately did not wave them.

At the six bases, countless people looked up at the underground electronic screens.

On the screen, streaks of light streaked across the sky, like a group of stars rushing to the battlefield.

Some people covered their mouths, some cried softly, and some hugged the children beside them tightly.

"Will they come back?"

......

Southwest Base, Underground Living Area.

Wang Wei was still half-lying on the ground, his hair disheveled and his face smeared with ash.

But at this moment, there was no languor in his eyes, only something indescribable.

The little girl sat next to him, looking up at the electronic screen, her little hands clenched tightly.

She suddenly felt empty beside her and turned to look—Wang Wei had stood up.

"Brother Wei, what are you doing?" The girl stared at him blankly.

This older brother, who usually lies on the ground, suddenly became a little different.

His back was very straight, like a drawn sword, and his gaze was fixed on the electronic screen.

The girl looked at the electronic screen again—hundreds of thousands of people were flying towards the lair of disaster.

She suddenly understood something and reached out to grab Wang Wei's sleeve.

"Viagra, calm down! We ordinary people aren't qualified to go!"

Wang Wei looked down at her and smiled.

He reached out and touched the girl's head.

"Live well," he said. "There aren't many people left who deserve to live."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wei's body vanished from the spot before the girl's wide eyes.

There was no warning, as if he had never existed.

The girl's hand froze in mid-air.

She stared blankly at the spot where Wang Wei had disappeared, her mouth agape, but no sound came out.

Her Viagra is gone.